Who Meeee????

Two HEWJ angels are primping in the Angel Locker Room in Hevvin. Wunna them sez to the othir-- "Tee Hee-- does my robe look OK?" The othir Angel ansurz "Giggle Giggle -- The stock market pages look GOOD on yoo!! and wottabowt MY robez?" "Othir Angel sez "LOL- Yoo are waring da Fashunabull Want ads!!!" (They are wearing NEWSSPAPERS so that they can LEND their Sparkly roabes for a SPESHUL SPESHUL Occasino!!! They are WISE not to wear da Sports Paiges -- St Pete wudd turn PURPULL if his beloved Sports Pagez wus missing!!! But the Stock MArket. The want ads? Who needs em Up In heaven, eh???) SUDDENLY...

Saint Big Bad Baby Twinkle is sitting all plump and happy and furry and smiiiling (look—she has All her toofies!) on da flore, and she iz surrowndid by fat fuzzy spiky tailed KITTINS who are wiggling and rolling on da flore, their phat fuzzeebellies jiggling becuz they are laffing becuz BBBT iz regaling them wif ALLA her Adbenchurs! (“Da Gyiant Wabbits, and Don Don and Vito, and Da Spaiss Alyeens, Da Mobbie Star Doggger Sophia, Da PYRRITS-aargh!! and da …huuhhhh! INBIZZIBILITY POESHUN!!”). Dis is gud becuz summa dem kittins came to Hevvin WAAY before their time….sigh… but St BBBT iz makin em Giggul and laff and purrrrrr!!!

***But WATE!! Suddenly there are SCILLIONS of kitties as far as da I can see! Big wuns, phat wuns, skinny wuns—eyes aprkling in Hevvins light, and they part to make way for --- TWO Anjels carrying sparkly roabs and… a HEWJ BURFDAY CAIK FOR BEE BEE BEE TEEE! Yes. Tewday wudda been her 18th Burfday on dis Urth!!